#neorah

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Be your own kind of beautiful 😊❤️ Journal Diary ✍️

[fullcloudbeliever]

I love to look at art, I love to look at paintings, And I almost feel like the experience isn’t complete until I’ve made something on my own. - Cecily Brown

Art journal from Neorah. Create your thoughts into bujo, and explore now.

[cleopatraas]

Is Dragos and the others in Lucien's inner court white?

No, none of them are white. Even in my mind Lucien isn’t white.

I want to clear the air with them, since we typically tend to think characters are white unless we are told otherwise. 

Dragos is African-American. He has a medium hue to his skin, and I could describe it as darkish caramel. (Some people are offended when you use food to describe people, I am not). 

Neorah is also African-American but darker than Dragos and her hair is a frizzy dark-brown, normally in an afro or an up-do.  

Alastair is Asian-Hawaiian. His hair is a sandy blonde, only due to something that happened in his past. You will know more about him when I get into his character. 

And Heti is Native American. Her hair is only red because of her magic; when I get into her history and everything, you will learn more about her as well. 

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Daily Planner 2023 “There are dreamers and there are planners; the planners make their dreams come true.” 📝✍️

[cleopatraas]

All Hail The High Lord of the Autumn Court...Lucien

“They say opposites attract and I wonder if she’s the opposite he needs. She is of sweetness, flowers, and sunshine.

Maybe she is exactly who he needs. Maybe that is why he screamed “She’s my mate” in a crowd filled with the strongest beings known to our kind.

Maybe that’s why she looked at him, as if time stopped. 

Maybe it did. 

But he is fire,

The thing about fire is that it burns. It burns wild and it will burn down the roses that are in its path. 

Fire knows nothing of sweetness, flowers, and sunshine. 

It burns and it takes. It does not give back. I would know.

I am the one who supported him as he came to take his throne. The one who knew he was our rightful leader, the end of tyranny and suffering. 

If he so easily smiled at her, 

maybe that is why he so easily smiled at me. 

I know now his smiles do not come easily. 

Inside of all of us, there is a fire that burns. It is who we are, how we were born, how we were raised. Made. 

This fire rages and seeks for oxygen, seeks to burn anything in its path. 

The question is, do we yearn for water?

Or more flames?

I do not have an answer. 

We are his Council now.

Dragos, the fire breather.

Alastair, the burning shadow in the dark. 

Neorah, the summoner of all that is light 

And me, Heti, a match ready to be struck.

As one we stood up for him, but I do not know where that leaves us. 

Will he go back to the blossoming flower. To what is safe, to what is promised, to what is known?

Or will he put his faith in the strangers bathed and created in the fire. 

Nothing about us is safe, nothing is promised, nothing is familiar. We each hold our own secrets, one of which could get him killed. 

But we are the better option. See,

We do not fear him. Yet she does.

And as she is pulled deeper into the Night Court, 

it us left standing by his side. 

All in all, in the end it is us with our rage and flames, and Elain with her blossoms and mating bond. 

Whether or not this is our happy ending or a sorrow beginning, 

Long may he reign.”

[cleopatraas]

I need more on morning Dragos, DRAGOS AND HIS MORNING VOICE

Neorah ended up drawing the shortest straw. She squeaked every so often as she made her way to Dragos’s chambers. She looked back and Alastair gave her two thumbs up before darting away. 

Neorah swallowed harshly and she knocked on Dragos’s door. “Please wake up?” She whispered. The light summoner sighed before pushing open Dragos’s door and slipping into his room. 

Dragos was sprawled on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on his bare stomach. His head was slung over to the side and every time he took deep breaths, smoke came out of his nose. 

“Wakey, wakey” Neorah whispered. She tentatively climbed into bed and stared down at him. He blew out a breath, small flames coming out. Neorah thought better of it and she pressed her back against the farthest wall before lifting up her right hand. 

Sunlight hit Dragos smack in the face and he grunted, turning over. Dragos bellowed into his pillow and Neorah jumped. He was definitely up now. He huffed and slowly sat up, running a hand down his face. 

“Neorah,” His morning voice was scratchy and fifty shades of rough. Neorah swallowed, slowly inching over to the door. “Neorah, I’m going to-” Neorah ducked out of the door and Dragos groaned, falling back against the bed. He sighed and pulled himself out, rubbing the base of his throat. Neorah had her ear pressed against the door and she chewed at her lip. Dragos opened the door and he caught Neorah before she could tumble in. 

“Tell Lucien I’ll be there in five minutes,” His voice was getting less scratchy but it was still rough. Neorah nodded quickly and she tentatively tapped Dragos’s shoulder before rushing off. 

Dragos’s soft chuckles followed after her, then he was closing the door. He tried to resist the temptation to fall back into bed. 

[cleopatraas]

your ocs + Hamilton songs

Chiara: The Schuyler Sisters 

Heti: Burn & Take A Break 

Dragos: Guns and Ships & A Winter’s Ball

Alastair: Say No To This 

Neorah: Helpless & Meet Me Inside (she’s Washington, Lucien is Hamilton)

Cyrian: (this one is hard) Schuyler Defeated & Blow Us All Away (he’s George Eacker)

Byrne: Stay Alive (Reprise) & It’s Quiet Uptown 

[cleopatraas]

My life goal now is to be apart of Lucien's squad

honestly, same. Who would you want to be? Heti, Neorah, Dragos, or Alastair?

If anyone says Heti, we’re all going to know why. 

I’d want to be Dragos. 

Spam my inbox of which squad member you’d want to be and why!